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Platonic - Dodecahedron - Aether
Summer sunlight dancing in the dirt; that is my skin. Glowing here, ashen there, scars and marks of life. Hair that is adventurous in color and in shape Rests upon your head. Or rather, on my head is restless.
Tragic
(CW: grief, loss, references to canonical deaths)
Remus had mastered the art of blending in, fading to the background, at the age of five. It had served him well for years but sometimes, like two years on from then, it was more of a curse than an art.
"Can't believe it's been two years, Bess. Doesn't seem right, does it?"
"Those poor things. Nothing they could've done."
"And what of the boy? Of Harry? Who has him?"
"No-one knows. He was supposed to go with Black and his fiancé. That's part of what makes it sadder. The Longbottoms said they were supposed to have him. Would've been so happy there and all. Couldn't have found two people more in love, apparently. All the more tragic when you think it was Black who-”
"Don't, Bess. I can't. It's too sad."
"I just can't imagine it. Losing your best friends and husband all in one night. It's always those left who suffer most, isn't it, Ed."
The door to the bar swung closed. Salted drops accompanying the rings of condensation on the newly vacant table.
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@wolfstarmicrofic 176 words
Proposal for Use
It was another wonderful day.
The sun was shining, my flowers were in full bloom and the harvest seemed to be rather plentiful today!
I straightened my dress, put on the hat with the biggest rim – secured it with a line – and took a ride. Riding along the rivers and rivulets, it felt good to feel the fresh air on my face, the stomping of hooves under me, the dress flowing in the breeze…
It truly was a good day.
And I found my harvest, too.
The new locations for traps had worked quite fine, really. Rabbits, a deer… I was rather satisfied, really. So I skinned and gutted them… and brought the goods home, feeding my wolves.
They were good company, really.
I only needed to prepare for the monthly visit to the city.
There had been another letter to ‘Annabelle Riley’ on her porch once again. So maybe there was some need for meat and possibly a little protection.
A little worse company, there. But what could one do.
Time for curing the meat!
So Done
“Wait… what?!” Apollo blinked. “That can’t be right…”
“Sad to say, but they’re all gone.” Mr. Wright shrugged with his hands in his jacket’s pocket. “Trucy tried to save them, but they’ve been reduced to just about nothing.”
“M-my papers…”
“All lost ‘cause the kitchen’s flooded.” He gave the young lawyer a wry smile. “Tough luck, but stuff like that happens.”
“I… I…” Something snapped. “That’s it!” Apollo threw his hands up into the air. “I’m done! I am finished, I’m done, so done. I’m done with everything. Goodbye!” He said as he threw the door open and walked out. “I’m done. I’m done! I’m just done. Yep. Finished!”
“… Did it work?” Trucy walked into the main room of the Agency.
“’Course it did.”
“Polly’s coming back, isn’t he?” She blinked.
“’Course he will.” Phoenix chuckled. “Once he realizes the contradiction he’ll be back in a flash.” He said as he reached under the sofa and tossed a tidy stack of papers onto the coffee table.
“Contradiction?”
“There’s no kitchen here.”
Yeah.
